Aryanil Mukherjee

meaning sky

the concurrent part of her that fell on water
is that face or facade ?
body or bodice ?
eye or I ?

color blue reshapes its structure
metal sobbing in the ore
the colored, visiting colorlanes

you looked for hair in the clouds ?
how about its underneath ? how about its intellect?
when it's even more wonderful and weighty

like female-names
their hormones hungrily imaginative
transforming into plasma

those daylight drops are painted white and yellow
paint squeezed out  waterless
applied directly from the tube
making tornados with night-stars
sprinkling the village below
with yellow granular cornlight
and snow begins